The Poetry Thread

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Subject: The Poetry Thread Tue Aug 18, 2009 12:35 pm

Well, I just recently developed a love of poetry, so I think we need a thread. xDSo come on friends,Just to listenOr to share the artThat you have written!

Here are some that I wrote at 3am...

The SunThe Sun,He rose the other dayAnd bathed the world in gold.The Moon,She chased him from the skyWith secrets that she holds.And as I watched this all unfold,A thought occured to me:If neither Sun nor Moon were hereTo bathe the world in goldOr keep the secrets that we hold,This world will crumble.This world will die.This world will disappear.

LoveLove is light,And love is dark.Love is sweet,And love is harsh.Love is sunshine,Love is rain.Love is pleasure,Love is pain.Love's an ever-changing thing,But one thing it remains:Everything I feel for youAndEverything I say.

How Often?How oftenDo we let the rainFall until we drown?How oftenDo we let the flameBurn until it's finished?How oftenDo we let the woundedBleed until they're gone?How often Do we let the violentSwing until they miss?How often Do we let the weakSurvive until they're stronger?It's all the same,But you will see!A change will come around.Perhaps some day,If not tomorrow,Odds will rearrange.The weak will stand,Now proud and strong.The rest will fade to grey.

And I wrote this one just now:ApologyIt's never good To hurt the ones you love. It's never good To leave without farewell. And I don't mind If you don't know me any more. Because you made me see the light And that's all that really matters.

Last edited by OsakaSun on Tue Aug 18, 2009 3:07 pm; edited 1 time in total

I forgot about this poem that I wrote in 8th grade. It helps, I think, if you've read the Chronicles of Narnia, since I wrote this for a project. My teacher - simply put - loved it.

Lament to Narnia

By Cauldron Pool stayed Shift the ApeAnd Puzzle, who soon donned a capeWoven of sparkling golden fur:A lion skin fallen in the pool.Shift made such a maddening craftAnd by the gods brought on a wrathAnd Puzzle, cast as AslanWould end the Shadowlands.

In Narnia in summer stayedKing Tirian and was relayedA message from Roonwit the CentaurCome from Cair Paravel.Of only news, he brought dismay“For in the sky, the stars, they sayAslan will not come this yearThis talk is all a fake.”

Then suddenly, from the forest criedA dryad, most terrified“Help! Help! The Calormenes have cut downMy entire family!”Suddenly, and by surprise,A gleam twinkled in her eyesAnd she fell, all dead and brown,Her tree had fallen to the ground.

King Tirian, utterly dismayedSaddled Jewel the Unicorn in his rageAnd so they sought the dark CalormenesWho had felled the harmless tree.They saw the loggers in their sightAnd swiftly took away their lifeAnd down to the ground, cold and deadThe loggers met their own demise.

After they had done their deedTirian was captured and tied to treeUntil the night, when an unknown mightSet two children in his sight.Jill and Eustace were their namesAnd from a distant place they cameAnd they tried and fought to undo the knotThat tied the king to the tree.

The cords soon after came undoneAnd from them, the three had runTo a tower, tall and strong,Where a plan was made and done.To leave in the morning lightAnd embark on a dangeous flightAnd save loyal Jewel the UnicornWho faced death by end of night.

The rescue was a good successTo Stable Hill where Puzzle restWhere Shift lied to Beasts and MenAnd brought killers to Lantern Waste.Jill rescued Puzzle and left the placeWhile Tirian pondered the Donkey’s fateAnd he let him live to show the beastsHow they were taken in.

The Dwarves, for one, were stupefiedFor the Ape it seemed had truly liedAnd refused to turn to either sideTo Tashlan, they denied.So back to the tower, the heroes fledTo escape the lies and world of dreadAnd come the morning they were metWith two more heralds of The End.

Come morning light they all awokeTo a startling wreak and a creature strodeUpon the grass, ‘twas black and dead:The Evil God of Tash.And Farsight the Eagle, from the castle it cameAnd brought greater news of dismayRoonwit sent to gather an armyFell to Calormenes.

The Calormenes had come by seaTo Cair Paravel it had beenTo destroy the throne and the abodeOf the King of Narnia.The evil Tisroc did this deedOut of cunning, power, and greedAnd Tirian fell to the ground“This is the end of Narnia, our blessed realm.”But Tirian would not give upHe planned an ambush on the liars atopStable Hill where Tash now dweltAnd with the traitorous creatures he dealt.And so, it came to passShift and Rishda Tarkann at lastWere escaped of their lies which opened the eyesOf the beasts of Narnia.

There, a battle between beasts and menEnded by Aslan who came thenBehind the Stable Door whereCreatures and Men had already been sent.Tirian who entered the doorAwed in amazement by the land he saw.Full of trees, water, and greenThe finest land he had ever seen.

The Real Narnia…

And to his great surpriseWondrous figures filled his eyesJill and Eustace, who were thrust through the doorThey were all reunited once more.And others whom he had only heard:King Peter of Narnia and his siblings, two there wereKing Edmund and Queen Lucy of a worldFar, far away…

And Polly and Digory were past the doorWhom had been in Narnia long beforeAnd had seen the making of the worldBefore its evil was unfurled.Aslan came and spoke to themAnd told of Narnia and The End.But where they were, the earth and skyWas not the Old Narnia.

“Time, TIME, TIME!!!” Aslan saidAnd everyone then looked aheadThe sky was full of falling starsResting on the ground of Narnia.And beasts and Men came from north and southAnd spoke by different word of mouthThey came to the door on Stable HillAnd waited to leave the land.Then Father Time in the far northStood and the Earth shook back and forthAnd creatures poured out from undergroundFrom the Underworld which made no sound.The monsters ate the shrubs in the green grasslandsAnd desert wastes and mountain fensAnd all of Narnia that was once green and goodWas barren and stripped of grass and wood.

And Father Time made a waveIt tore asunder the hills and cavesAnd swallowed the work of all the EarthThe lands were stripped of leaf and dirt.Then, the Sun by Father Time aroseAnd the World was filled with reddish glowsAnd he squeezed the Sun and out it wentAnd all there was was a freezing wind.

Farewell to Shadowlands…

So the heroes stood on the grassAnd heeded the words of Aslan at last“Further up and further in!” he saidAnd ran away to the west.And so they followed himTo the west it had beenPast Cauldron Pool and the Western WildRunning as swiftly as the wind.

They came to the garden where Digory wentFor at the beginning of Narnia, he had been lentA seed of the Tree of Protection, which had grownBut been destroyed by Calormenes.There, they met Frank the GreatKing of Narnia, Queen Helen his mateAnd in gilded halls, the heroes ateGracious meals in hours late

The heroes found their long-lost friendsCaspian, Reepicheep, and RillianAnd many more accounted forLike Puddleglum, Hwin, Fledge, and Cor.The stars took to the skies againThe creatures allied themselves with menAnd yonder door on grassy floorLeads to Narnia that is no more.___________________________

I've also written a more recent poem about Catch-22. While my poetry is usually assigned by my teachers, I take pride in my works. (again, it helps if you've read Catch-22)

Yossarian: A Poem

In solemn state, you understandThat by law and by commandYou live a paradoxical lifeFixed by fear, torn by strifeStrife made known by enemies closeFear to escape the lethal woesBy fear you may leaveThrough strife you must stayTo fly into another dayNo chance of escape, not for youYou’ve been ensnaredBy Catch-22

Your allies are not all who they would seemIncompetent, vicious, plotting their schemeYou try, you try as hard as you mustTo beware of some, or gain their trustFor though you are boundTo fight with them strongYou entrust them your life to keep it longEntrust it or leave, what say you?You cannot avoidCatch-22

You are afraid of death at the doorWhen your short life has time no moreAfraid of those who know nothing of youWho are forced the complete the task they must doThey look to the skiesScanning the airLooking for you they are sure to find thereThey hate you, they hate youNo more you can doYou must obeyCatch-22

You have no friends, they have all leftTo leave you faced with life and deathThe choice to live by fear or by strifeDecides the fate of your short lifeDo not tarryDo not delayYou must choose now, to leave or to stay?The obvious path lain now before youIs to runFrom Catch-22